its a sticky situation
that i’ve gotten myself into
same old obligation
has got me torn between this ole bottle and you
and i’ll probably choose the drinking
so you’re probably gonna pack your bags
spent a few lonely
i was thinkin before you..
before you come running back..beggin me

to be a little stronger
to stay sober longer
not to let you down
must these demons haunt me
and lay their wicked burdens on me
lord wont you show me
how to put the bottle down
i’ll put the bottle down

another bourbon vacation
has got me crawling on the floor
and i’m in no condition
to say a word when she comes walking through the door
the color starts fading
when i hear her crying up and down the hall
as i drift away
i can feel her praying
saying lord will you show him heaven
after all the hell he’s been throgh

i can i be a little stronger
and not make her wonder
when im going to let her down
must these demons haunt me
and lay their wicked burdens on me
and lord wont you show me how to put the bottle down

can i be a little stronger
and not make her wonder
when i’m going to let her down
must these demons haunt me
and lay their wicked burdens on me
and lord wont you show me how..
to put the bottle down

lord i wontcha help me to be
just a little stronger
and to stay sober longer
and not to let her down
must these demons haunt me
and lay their wicked burdens on me
ooh lord wont you show me how..
to put the bottle down

Blue lights flashing, they had traffic stopped
And Highway 11′s done turned into a permanent road block
I wasn’t driving, my wife was my D.D.
And she hadn’t drank a drop, still got hassled by the J.P.D.
And I said hey dude can’t you just leave her alone
She ain’t done nothin’ wrong man and we just want to go home
Woah-woah

And I was mad as hell, thinking fuck the po-po
and they wonder why folks don’t trust ‘em no more
Woah-hoah
And I’m not gonna let this go, so I’m singing fuck the po-po

So I got arrested, just for speaking up
And that cop said boy the only right you have is to shut the fuck up
Now I’m a jail-bird, I’ve done time in the pin
And I’ve got a real messed up story to tell all my friends
And my name was in the newspaper in my home town
They ruined my reputation because I didn’t bow down
No-no

And now I’m mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
And they wonder why folks don’t trust ‘em no more
Woah-hoah
And I’m not gonna let this go so I’m singing fuck the po-po

Two fingers in the air for the J.P.D.
The long-arm of the law coming down on me
Now I understand why all these rappers are mad
They must have been treated as badly as I have
Now I’m screaming thug life, fuck the po-po
Shootin’ birds out the window whenever the cops go by
They’re puttin road blocks in front of my house
Man I’m starting to feel like I live under the Taliban
Can’t drive home without a gun in my face
Thursday through Sunday, they’re invading my space
Tellin’ me its for my sake, they’re keepin’ the streets safe
By gettin’ all the drunks off of the highway
But I say man, that’s a big fuckin’ lie
It’s all about the money from the D.U.I.’s
Otherwise they’d be parked out in front of this bar
Giving free breathalysers before we get in our cars
Instead they just hide about 3 miles away
And sit and wait for one of us to make a mistake
Drink a little to much and you’ll be cuffed and stuffed
And probably roughed up if you complain enough
You’ll be carted off to jail, in the land of the free
Another victim of the over-zealous J.P.D.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean disrespect
There are a lot of good cops, who serve and protect
And they boldly put their lives on the line
To protect our rights and give us peace of mind
But for every cop who thinks his badge is a crown
This song is for you, and I’ll never bow down …

And I’m mad as hell singing fuck the po-po
*woah-woah

And I’m not gonna let this go so I’m singing fuck the po-po y’all
Oh no, fuck the po-po*

The leaves are fallin down
The air is cool and clear
It’s a seasonal change
And the night we’ve waited for is here
And we’ve exchanged the rings
And we’ve taken the vows
The ceremony’s over baby
And the honeymoon is starting now

This is the first dance
But it won’t be the last
Timeless moments like this
They won’t ever be a thing of the past
We’ll spark a candle tonight
An eternal flame of romance
When the honeymoon is over baby
I’ll still move you like the first dance

I’ve been scared as hell
Cause I’ve heard how the story goes
You get married and you settle down
And the passion withers like a rose
But I refuse to lose
This thing we have together
And I’ll keep the fire burning baby
Burning both ends of forever

This is the first dance
But it won’t be the last
Timeless moments like this
They won’t ever be a thing of the past
We’ll spark a candle tonight
An eternal flame of romance
When the honeymoon is over baby
I’ll still move you like the first dance

I see heaven in your eyes
And feel god movin in this room
Ain’t love the greatest gift of all
Ain’t it amazing what desire can do

This is the first dance
But it won’t be the last
Timeless moments like this
They won’t ever be a thing of the past
We’ll spark a candle tonight
An eternal flame of romance
When the honeymoon is over baby
I’ll still move you like the first dance

Yeah I’ll always turn you on
And move you like the first dance

When I was only seventeen, couldn’t wait for twenty one
I’d hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin’ drunk
A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs
Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was
I’d say “I’m pre-Med. here at UGA, live on Milledge Avenue.
I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW.”

I was breakin’ hearts and takin’ names and numbers just for fun.
Stealin’ kisses wishin’ I was twenty one.

When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear
Upstairs at Lowry’s Tavern, we’d pay a nickel for the beer
Shootin’ pool, smokin’ cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin
Four A.M. on a school night, still hangin’ out with my friends
One hour’s sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school
Smellin’ just like a brewery with a bad hangover too

The teachers all would hassle me: “Stay awake, pay attention”
I was catchin’ hell, wishin’ I was twenty one.

The youngest one of all my friends, I didn’t act my age
Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades

Now I look back and I have to smile, cause boy it was fun
Bein’ seventeen, wishin’ I was twenty one

Now I’m only twenty six, feelin’ more like fourty three
My hairline’s disappearing, and I never get ID’d
My clothes are out of fashion, no I’m not cool anymore
In the bed by ten o’clock each night, and up at half-past four
Still I go down to that college town when the Bulldogs play at home
I drink keg beer from a trash can til the whole damn thing is gone

Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young
And I just check ‘em out, and say “Damn… I wish I was twenty one”

Heard the front door slam
Lying in my bed ’bout 8 AM
She packed her bags and hit the road
Don’t know if she’ll be back again
I guess she’s had enough
Well finally we can agree
Besides the bills, all we share these days is misery
She used to be my better half
Now she’s the thorn stuck in my side
Our love is a burden we both bear
These vows are the chains we hide

I don’t know where it all went wrong
What happened to our happy home

What happened to forever
What happened to for worse or better
What happened to our plans
What happened to the ring on her hand
What happened to our love
What happened, oh, to us

This past month’s been hell
With gnashing teeth and brimstone fire
Furious flames have filled the rooms
Of this little house of ours
We’ve said a lot of things
That cut eachother to the core
She said “you’re no good
just like your daddy, that don’t love you anymore”
And now I’m drinking way too much
But these days, it’s all that gets me through
And sometimes I feel like this whiskey bottle
Is the one I’m married to

Oh and we’ve been going to church
Still it feels like things keep getting worse
Lord help us

What happened to forever
What happened to for worse or better
What happened to our plans
What happened to the ring on her hand
What happened to our love
What happened, oh, to us

She came home late last night
With tear-stained rings around her eyes
And she said “this isn’t how it’s supposed to be”
Then she cried “what happened to you and me?”

What happened to surprises
What happened to the compromises
What happened to the romance
What happened to holding my hand
What happened to our love
What happened, oh, to us

What happened to forever
What happened to for worse or better
What happened to our plans
What happened to the ring on her hand
What happened, what happened, what happened…
What happened to us…

Its 2006 now and I’m still the same
Ol’ son of a bitch in the wind
I act like I did back when I was a kid
But it hurts more than it did back then
I go out on the town and make a fool of myself
I run around with the same rowdy friends
I get drunk and obnoxious
And wake up the next day swearing I’m never drinking again
My grandma still tells me enough is enough
Life ain’t a game son, its time to grow up

Chorus:
Maybe next year I’ll start acting my age
Turn a new leaf over my wicked ways
Get a real job and start pulling my weight
Only 365 days until I change my ways

Maybe next year …

I dress like a slob, I never tuck in my shirt
I let it hang over my baggy jeans
Wearing an old baseball cap on the top of my head
With the logo of my favorite team
I still got the same dirty mouth that I had
Since my first cousin taught me to cuss
And I just quit my 9 to 5 occupation
To play a whole bunch of songs I made up
Yeah, I’m a big ole kid, but I ain’t ashamed
Because when the time comes around, I know I can change

Maybe next year I’ll start acting my age
Turn a new leaf over my wicked ways
Get a real job and start pulling my weight
Only 365 days until I change my ways

Maybe next year …

Maybe next year I’ll quit blowin’ all of the cash
Start working out and get off my ass
Or maybe next year I’ll quit puttin’ off all the chores
Maybe next year I’ll visit my grandparents more
Maybe nent year I’ll go back to church and repent
Maybe next year I’ll pick up my Bible again

I oughta straighten up and there’s no better time than now
To kick all the habits that are bringing me down

Maybe next year I’ll stop singing the blues
And maybe next year I’ll start telling the truth
And maybe next year I won’t stay drunk all the time
And maybe next year I’ll have a little more peace of mind
And maybe next year I won’t be so sad when I’m alone

Maybe next year …
Maybe next year …
Maybe next year …
Maybe next year …
Woah-oh-woah maybe next year …
Maybe next year …

Will You take me up to rose hill
When you lay my body low
wrap me in a flag and throw some flowers on the ground
say a few words and then let me go,
there’s no need to defend my honor
or justify the life i gave
there’s no need for the pictures of my happy childhood there please
don’t pour salt upon my grave
i knew long ago that i would be the one
to brandish my sword should they beat those battle drums, ohhh

I stood my ground
i stood for something,
worth falling for

Ask my father to forgive me, i know he didn’t understand
he worked to hard for way to many years to lose his boy in a foreign sand
there is no doubt he is angry, theres no doubt where he’ll place the blame
but don’t let him fall apart mama, don’t let him go back to those pills
only time will ease the pain, i died a patriot a soldier just like him
fought like he taught me to until the very end, ohh

i stood my ground
i stood for something
worth falling for yeah yeah
worth falling for

i hope this war is worth dying for
i hope this war is worth dying for
i hope this war is worth dying for

Take my strips and take my medals
take my cross and these dogtags too
put em in a package stained with your tears
send em up to pennsylvania ave
my last regards to the man in charge
let him know i served my country well
yeah he was right behind me all the way to kandahar
the night my broken body fell
don’t let a day go by without a peaceful prayer
for my brothers and my sisters still fighting over there

they stand their ground
they stand for something
worth falling for x2

i hope this war is worth dying for
i hope this war is worth dying for
i hope this war is worth dying for

Feels like a Friday night
But it’s only Monday afternoon
Still there’s a party goin’ on in my livin’ room
and its just me and a 5th of Beam
Swayin’ to the sounds of old George Jones
And it won’t be long ’til the whole damn bottle’s gone

And I know it might sound sad
But to tell the truth it ain’t half bad
I love my misery
Gonna drown my blues in a sea of whiskey

I’m drinkin’ again
Tryin’ hard to hide the pain I’m in
So don’t give me any shit, I know just what I’m gettin’ in
Sure, it’s a sin but I don’t really give a damn
I’m drinkin’ again

I’ve got no friends to call
They’ve all straightened up and settled down
And they don’t ever wanna hang around
But I guess I understand
This house ain’t much for company
Smells like a cesspool here
It’s stinkin’ nasty

And you might say I’m bad off
But I chose the road I strumbled across
I picked my poison
Give me another shot of bourbon

Cause I’m drinkin’ again
Tryin’ hard to hide the pain I’m in
So don’t give me any shit, I know just what I’m gettin in
Sure, it’s a sin but I don’t really give a damn
I’m drinkin’ again

Well fortunately for me I find relief
When the world is weighin’ down on me
I pop a top, I take a shot, I drop a pill
Turn the radio up, sit back and chill
Pretend my life is a bed of roses
Try not to notice all the ghosts
That are hauntin me and tauntin me
And wantin me to cut my wrists
So they can watch me bleed
And laugh at me, as I scream in agony
I get high for the sake of my family
Cause the alcohol is all that’s helpin me
To cope since I went broke and lost my hope
I kicked my girl to the curb of the road
You know I couldn’t afford to support us both
Hell I’m not rich, don’t have a good job
Do construction work with this dude named Bob
And he’s an ass. Yells at me all the time
Pays minimum wage on overtime
Still he’s got it made, drives an Escalade
And gets two hundred times what I get paid
But that’s okay.
I’ll drink to his health and ruin mine
I’ll chug liquor and he can sip red wine
And I’ll be fine. Trying to find some peace
I’ll quit payin’ my rent and I’ll break my lease
I’ll live out on the streets and beg for change
Crawl in a box when it starts to rain
Forget my family and my friends
Forget the world, ya’ll, I’m drinkin’ again

I’m drinkin’ again
Tryin’ hard to hide the pain I’m in
So don’t give me any shit, I know just what I’m gettin in
Sure, it’s a sin, but I done lost control
And I’m drinkin’ again y’all
I’m drinkin’ again

I’m drinkin’ again…

I done said goodbye
To the twelve-step program
I’m drinkin’ again…

I’ve been beaten, I’ve been abused
I’ve been cheated, and I’ve been used
They said that I’m no good
Hearts stone cold, black and blue
Reminders of the shit they put me through
Lord, its getting old

Its time to show myself the door
There’s no pretending anymore
No, it’s over

Where I’m going I don’t know
Somewhere down this dusty road
North on 441
Pass the rolling cattle fields the trailer parks, and rusted cotton mills
Lord get me out of here

I’ve made up my mind
Not giving in this time
No it’s over

Heart break runaway
I’m on a fast track toward the interstate
I’m leaving this place without a minute to waste
No looking over my shoulder
It’s over

Been in prison locked and chained
Bible beat into my brain
Said you gotta trust and obey
But I’m busted loose I’m on the run
And I’m screamin at the top of my lungs
Thank God I’m free at last

Feel like I’ve been reborn
There’s no pretending anymore
No

Daddy’s been drinking beer
Every night for 20 years
And mama just sits there on the couch
poppin’ pills to drowned her tears
And they keep doggin me,
You’re not worth a damn and you’re just gonna be another failure
And a jailbird like everyone in the family
So I hang out in the parking lot; I get stoned with my 2 friends
Cause they’re the ones who understand the situation that I’m in
They feel my pain and man I’m gonna miss em when I’m gone
But I’m moving on, If I don’t I’ll be dead by 21
I’ll shoot myself in the head before I wind up like my dad
Working a job I hate and taking out my anger on a kid
I can hear my mama crying as I cross that county line
Cause she knows I’m not comin back I’m leaving all this shit behind
I told her I’m a soldier I’m wiser, and I’m older
I got my education now I’m out of here it’s over

And I’m Heart break runaway
I’m on the fast track toward the interstate
I’m leaving this place without a minute to waste
No looking over my shoulder
It’s over

No goodbyes, now I’m gone
It’s all over
It’s over
No goodbyes, now I’m gone
It’s all over
It’s over
No goodbyes, now I’m gone
It’s all over
It’s over

Girl I hate to hang out out to dry,
With a bleeding heart and broken home,
But I dropped this line to say goodbye,
You Should have saw it comin, guess I was born for running

And I can’t pay the debts I owe,
There’s many a man lookin for me,
I keep a pistol under my pillow,
Feel I’m goin crazy, I’ve been good for nothing lately…

Chorus:
Oh and when I’m gone, I hope you mention my name,
I hope you care about the man,
After you Place the Blame,
Let our years turn to gold,
And never wither away and be forgotten,
I don’t wanna be forgotten

Tell our boys that I’m real proud,
I watched ‘em grow up tough as nails,
An there’ll be no cryin allowed,
They’ll know what to do,
I’m sure they’ll take good care of you,
Kiss My baby girl goodbye,
I’m sure she’ll miss me most of all,
I can’t bare the thought of the tears she’ll cry,
She’s so sweet and tender, Lord I pray she will remember,

Chorus:
Oh and when I’m gone, I hope you’ll mention my name
I hope you Care about the man,
After you place the blame,
Let our years turn to gold,
And never wither away and be forgotten,
I don’t wanna be forgotten

I’m takin the pick up truck, but I left a little bit of money,
No it Ain’t to much but,
It’ll get you through the month ahead,
I Left my Browning Rifle and the old guitar my daddy gave me,
Put ‘em up and pass ‘em down,
Yeah they’re all I have to give,
And maybe one day you can give ‘em to my grandkids

I know its been hard lovin me,
You’ve taken the scars and worn ‘em well,
And you’d starve yourself to feed this family,
I’m sick and shameful, I’m leavin an angel…